Serve Me

He leaned against his desk. He had gone casual today too, though it was Saturday after all. I was the only professor that opened their office on weekends, hence the long line.

“Do you think she’ll stay?” I asked the looming question.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Yesterday was fucking amazing, but I doubt she is falling head over heels for us. At the end of the day, she is in college. She is young, probably just wanting to experiment.” I never took him to be the realist in this situation.

“Well, it was one hell of an experiment if that’s the case.” I shook my head. I traced the brim of the glass as I thought.

“Let’s just go over this contract, and then figure out how we’ll present it to her.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem. She can be professional when she needs to be.”

It was probably what drew me to her most. She was very intelligent and serious about her future, and eager to learn from us. Of course I would teach her as long as she wanted me to.

“What if this comes back to bite us? I mean, she could take this company international once this is up.” Jake said.

“Yeah, but we still have a hefty number of shares. That’s why I think it’s important to…get on her good side.”

“I think we are already on all of her good sides, man.” He arched a brow and I chuckled at the thought.

I don’t think I could ever stop thinking about her that way.

“You never know. Let’s just look this over.”

We spent the next hour going over the contract. We were sure not to leave any stones unturned, as always. We didn’t want any complications ensuing, or any lawsuits. I was still worried about being a professor and sleeping with a student. Bottom line was she wasn’t my student, and it was never a rule. Just frowned upon for the reputations of everyone involved. It could taint me, but I would find my way out of it. But it would destroy her.

These people in the business world, they are sharks. And they look for the easiest way to draw blood.

Somehow, I had to make sure, they wouldn’t touch her.

10

Madeline

Senior principles of business was the last nail in the coffin to being a business major. And I hated it.

The entire class was a collection of soul wrenching group projects. No one wanted to do any of the work, they were all too busy partying to keep up with anything. I was lucky two people dropped the course and it left us with an uneven number, so I got to work alone.

Sure, I could have split work with a group of two other people but I would probably just end up doing it myself. So I am. I didn’t mind it though, since there is a part of me that likes to be in control. Luckily, I doubled the final as the same proposal I gave to Jake and Logan. Speaking of…

I was slumped in the seat because my back and thighs were sore. Even my abs, as if I had done a full body workout. I might as well have.

There was a time when I would have freaked if I even thought of the possibility of what I did last night. I lived a boring life. I went through the awkward phase in high school, of fondling and wading through relationships in school. I had two boyfriends in high school. The first was my sophomore year a

nd he was my first kiss, and first date. He was sweet, and nice but there was nothing there. I went out with him because everyone in my friend group had someone, and he asked me out. There was no real reason to turn him down. He was ‘high-school’ cute, I imagine he looks much better now. But then homecoming came about and we went together, but I realized there was nothing tying me to him. I think we lasted seven months though, but not through the summer.

Then senior year came and I dated a starting linebacker for the football team. It didn’t seem that important, but in Texas, it was. Which is where I grew up. But he was muscular and hard and he made my heart flutter. I kept telling myself I was in love with him. After three months of dating, I lost my virginity to him and made the mistake of telling him I loved him. He dumped me a week later.

That was it until now. I wouldn’t call Jake or Logan my boyfriend, but the way they took me in the restaurant made me feel like I belonged to them.

At first, I could barely remember it, when I first got home. Being in the restaurant, squished between their thighs as Jake held me in place, and Logan masterfully played me with his fingers wasn’t far back in my head. But I was near climax, in a public place, and it scared and thrilled me all at the same time. I deftly recall finishing lunch, which I barely ate because my stomach was in severe knots, and then climbing into their limo.

Sitting in class my thighs rubbed together and the lecturer drowned out in the back of my head. I could still feel the flutter of my heart as Jake carried me into the bedroom. They took turns undressing me, each turn was equal and left fire in its wake. I noticed how different their touch was. Jake would grab me as he peeled my skirt off, Logan would trail his fingertips over me like he was tracing every inch of me; my breasts, and my thighs as he slid my panties off. Each touch was so different but I liked both.

It went on for hours, and I could barely believe it. If I wasn’t in class I think I would be getting myself off to the memory. The food, their tongues, their cocks…

Nothing compares to the feel of them. Logan was thick and long enough to take me from behind. Jake was hung enough he could reach my very core and it wouldn’t split me in half because his girth wasn’t too wide. My sex adapted to them both in the weirdest yet most amazing of ways. When one would leave me I was ready for the other.

We were a sweaty mess of three people in the throes of passion for hours on hours. I craved it. At first it was lost to me, that I could be shared by two men. I couldn’t say I had a strong set of morals or anything, but it was still such a different feeling. Sarai would lose it; I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her yet.